Mad he was, inward
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Break her barn, back door
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When the water rushed and poured
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Took the relatives she stored
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So the Father Ghost and Lord
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Took the revelation stored
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It's a waste of money spent and given
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It's a waste of what was, when forgiven
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And your children burn their backs in bed
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It's a waste of what your kids won't have
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When the man took his gun
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Put it on your youngest one
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Took the curtains off the glass
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Took the virgin for what she has
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It's a waste of money spent and given
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It's a waste of what was, when forgiven
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And your children burn their backs in bed
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It's a waste of what your kids won't have
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It's a waste of what your kids won't have
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It's a waste of what your kids won't have
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Waste Of What Your Kids Won't Have
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| Sufjan Stevens |
